Chapter 111

EMILIO

I pounded the punching bag, my fists connecting with a relentless fury. Sweat streamed down my body, mixing with the salt of my frustration. Each punch was a desperate attempt to regain some control over the chaos in my head, but it was never enough. The anger, the pain, the regret—they all surged back with a vengeance.

Sarah. Her name echoed in my mind. It had been two days since the wedding, but the encounter was still fresh. I couldn’t forget how she defended that guy, her supposed friend. Every time I pictured her standing up for him, my blood boiled.

"How could she?" I muttered through gritted teeth, landing another blow. "How could she stand by him like that?"

Did he have some sort of interest in her? I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He was literally hovering around her throughout.

My woman! Goddamit!

The image of Sarah with him played on a loop in my mind. The way she looked at him, the way she laughed with him—it drove me insane. I couldn't shake the memory, and with